Psycho Songtext
von Dame Darcy
Psycho Songtext
Can Larry fry some fish, mama?
′Cause I'm as hungry as can be
And lordy, how I wish, mama
That you just keep that baby quiet ′cause my head is killing me
I saw my ex again last night, mama
She was at the dance at Miller's store
She was with that Jackie White, mama
I killed 'em both and now they′re buried under Jacob′s sycamore
You think I'm psycho, don′t you, mama?
Mama, pour me another cup
You think I'm psycho, don′t you, mama?
You'd better let ′em lock me up
Don't hand me Johnny's pup, mama
′Cause I might squeeze him much too tight
I′m having crazy dreams again, mama
Let me tell you 'bout last night
I woke up in Johnny′s room, mama
I was standing right there by his bed
Had my hands around his throat, mama
Wishing both of us was dead
You think I'm psycho, don′t you, mama?
Mama, I didn't mean to kill Johnny′s pup
You think I'm psycho, don't you, mama?
You′d better let ′em lock me up
You know that little girl next door, mama
I believe her name was Betty Clark
Oh, don't tell me that she′s dead, mama
'Cause I just saw her in the park
We was sitting on this bench, mama
Thinking up a game to play
I was holding a wrench, mama
And then my mind just walked away
You think I′m psycho don't you, mama?
Mama, I didn′t mean to kill Johnny's pup
You think I'm psycho, don′t you, mama?
You′d better let 'em lock me up
′Cause I'm as hungry as can be
And lordy, how I wish, mama
That you just keep that baby quiet ′cause my head is killing me
I saw my ex again last night, mama
She was at the dance at Miller's store
She was with that Jackie White, mama
I killed 'em both and now they′re buried under Jacob′s sycamore
You think I'm psycho, don′t you, mama?
Mama, pour me another cup
You think I'm psycho, don′t you, mama?
You'd better let ′em lock me up
Don't hand me Johnny's pup, mama
′Cause I might squeeze him much too tight
I′m having crazy dreams again, mama
Let me tell you 'bout last night
I woke up in Johnny′s room, mama
I was standing right there by his bed
Had my hands around his throat, mama
Wishing both of us was dead
You think I'm psycho, don′t you, mama?
Mama, I didn't mean to kill Johnny′s pup
You think I'm psycho, don't you, mama?
You′d better let ′em lock me up
You know that little girl next door, mama
I believe her name was Betty Clark
Oh, don't tell me that she′s dead, mama
'Cause I just saw her in the park
We was sitting on this bench, mama
Thinking up a game to play
I was holding a wrench, mama
And then my mind just walked away
You think I′m psycho don't you, mama?
Mama, I didn′t mean to kill Johnny's pup
You think I'm psycho, don′t you, mama?
You′d better let 'em lock me up
Writer(s): Anthony C. Battaglia, Wesley Reid Scantlin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
